#freeword

[thesoul-sauce]

words paralyzed by emotion

the mobility of syllables stagnant by fear,

fear of speaking the hurt and disappointment

that lingers within my heart

yet wanting to escape me

but for some reason… prison feels good right now

[jtsteiny]

Big Pages From The Big Books One Hundred And Ninety One - ABAW Bump Publishing Corporation #lineattack12 #lineattackactivitybook10 #lineart #linedrawing #lineartists #hope #love #freewords #freebirds #flying #flyingfree #birddogs #dog #missingdogs #cow #cattledance #pigcrawl #planetalk #conversationstarters #talktime #trynarrative #graphicnovel #comicnew goodwords #stories #goodstories #storybookillustration #pictures #picturelife #ok https://www.instagram.com/p/CqGxj5humUK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[qan-t]

alright, so first we're gonna want to head over to gundam-ab.com and click card list over on the right let's take a look at what the page shows us (as of writing)

you'll notice if you click on the cards, you won't be able to right click and save. so -- how do we get around this? first of all, let's pick a card to rip. how about that zaku II on the very left?

see that letter and number code i circled in red? that's what we need we're going to take the following url https://www.gundam-ab.com/cardlist/ and modify it like this, using the code above https://www.gundam-ab.com/cardlist/?freewords=LX04-001 next, we're gonna load up a new website: extract.pics put in the url, hit extract, and the images will be downloadable!

if you want to rip any other card, just type in its corresponding code after ?freewords= okay, cool, but what about searching for specific shows, like 00?

you'll find every card from every set related to 00, or whichever show you've ticked the box for i'm running on no sleep but i think this is a decent explanation

if anyone wants i can write up a little how-to on ripping images from the arsenal base site

[azlanishere]

I write, she reads

I put someone else's music behind badly made shaky videos, I scribble down words which have been scribbled before, I put filters on mediocre graphics making them somewhat presentable, I write what no one reads, I read what no one understands, I understand what what no one speaks, I speak in tongues, I am covered in sin, I wreak of disappointment that dwells within. Broken, battered and bare I lay, tides shifting, time ticking, mud slinging, gums yapping, tongues flapping... Dance of death, fire starting, sparkle, ember... Enxtiguished flame.

Vunerable, stupid shell of a man.

This is not a rhyme, don't spare a dime, it's just a illusion of speciality inside is fragility, frailty bathed in below average mundanity.

Lack of spontaneity, excess of annoyance, lack of maturity, a heap of inadequate rut, from muck and shit I rise, in dumpsters, gutters, sewage and pigsty's... I reside.

There is no mad genius, I have nothing to say, there is no one special, no show to see no praise to sing, it's just a cacophony, I color it grim, A has been a never was, A never will, pop a pill, drill... To the cranium, out with uranium, conjure up a mixture, voila, an elixir.

It's a bomb, it goes boom, it explodes in the hands and implodes in you, it's death, horror, gloom, doom, destruction and famine... It's you crying for help and it, helplessly staring, from outwards, within.

With a touch of a button, I turn misery to shame, fun to blame, love to game, from batman to bane, the holy and inane, the pitiful and vain, lame, mame, came... Squirt, drip, huff puff, scruff, enough.

The show goes on, I build abrupt ends.

[simplvfied]

One day we will wake up And the sky will have fallen No more noises ring Through the busy city Specks of dust run freely like a pack of wolves Shades of rust appear on the cars The broken busts spread the floors The material lust, up in the air The life we were once in search of Became a search for survivial Clinging to lows for a temporary high Senses have no estimated time of arrival One day we will fall asleep Forever Then wake up in another life In another world of optimism The vicious cycle runs its course Forever. - - - - - #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #poetry #skyfall #freeword https://www.instagram.com/p/BrrGzRIlLT0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=op7ud3oqam7o

[eric-sadahire]

A dog walks into a telegram office and walks up to the counter. The guy at the counter says: “What would you like to write on your telegram today dog?”

The dog goes: “woof, woof, woof woof woof woof, woof woof, woof.”

The guy writes it down and says: “Listen, dog, we have a special on telegrams today. For ten words we’ve got a special deal but you’ve only got nine words, we can add an extra woof for free if you’d like.”

Then the dog says: “Well yeah but then it wouldn't make any sense.”

[adnelev]

The war in your mind, the failed plans, the unattainable dreams, you lost many things you haven't earned yet.

Have you realized how hard it is for them to accept of becoming a part of the collateral damage? Their greatest asset became a burden, a liability hurting them because of choices and mistakes he's not owning.

Do you think you can do it on your own?

How long will you lie to yourself? Surrender.

[shadow-warren-whump]

Story I will never write

Person B: My life is only worth a Tupperware container?!?!

Person A: To be fair, it's a really good Tupperware container!

Someone feel free to write a fic with this in there. Just tag me and please don't take credit.

[nadaenalgo]

Neologismo (I)

“Escalopendria”:  Cualidad que tiene una persona, cosa o idea, de producir un profundo espanto o rechazo por causa de una alarmante incoherencia en su composición. 

Que causa dolor visual o conceptual. 

Disonancia, repelús, esperpento, horterada,  aberración, horripilancia.

CHA

[thesoul-sauce]

in the land of the rising sun,

i stand tall in the shadow of it’s vibrance

soaking of the helix of it’s presence

leaning in as it warms my melanin

caressing my brown sugar barriers

caramelizing my beauty marks

adding shimmer to my glow…

adding gleam to my glee

wow.

[teahoneyandmilk]

We knew each other all this time and you could never make the effort to show up to any of my birthdays.  You always feared that if you showed your face that it would mean something, and who’s to say you were mistaken? A great part of me wants to believe I never even had a chance, not even a drop.  I want to believe every speculation put out into the world by every male who ever knew us.  But my mind plays tricks on me again and again.  You are a the ghost in my vacant house, scaring away anyone brave enough to enter.  And dare I say that I prefer it that way? To remain as I was when I was spat out into the world - alone.

[iamforeverextinct]

10/20/17

I really wish I could stop hurting. I wish I could stop allowing myself to be hurt by others. I wish I had more self control over my feelings. I hate putting up a front that I am invincible. I have a confession to make; I am hurt by every little thing that comes my way in life. I am sensitive and I can’t change that part of me no matter how hard I try. I’m tired of feeling like I have to walk on eggshells with all of my relationships with friends, etc. Regardless of the day, there is always at least one person who is upset with me. That’s just how my life has come to be anymore. I do what I can do to be a good person. I do what I can do to be a good friend, girlfriend, and daughter. I still fail. I fail everyday. My biggest battle I have is overcoming the fact that I will fail; I will fail millions of times; sometimes I will fail multiple times in one day. I will also fail to make at least one person unhappy and that’s the biggest thing to accept and cope with as a people pleaser. At this point in my life, I feel lost. I guess that’s okay to feel lost and alone. I feel like I am traveling on a very long dirt road, with no end. It’s this constant dirty, rocky, and bumpy path I have to take to hopefully get somewhere at some point in my life. Will I ever get to that point though? Or am I just conniving myself that I’ll get there regardless of all the mistakes I have made, do make, and will make? It’s these things I constantly think about on an everyday basis that hold me back from being the best version of me. My past relationship taught me that I don’t deserve anything. Life has some sick twisted mind--it always makes you doubt yourself. I’m not in any kind of mindset to be doubting myself anymore. If i keep doing such acts of doubting myself, it’s hard to say if I’ll be around or not.

Sorry for these late night thoughts, I’m so broken. I don’t know how to piece myself back together anymore. The pieces are way too small. 

[steveairsupreme]

A flurry of color has me feeling wavy in a pink undertone I knock at the door but it's not a home Cosmically my stars have scattered like a cheetahs print when I get through this wall it's full sprint Regardless of what I find my future will unwind I will get out of this bind it's fuck the regular grind explosions of color in my mind Aurora borealis like I am not blind a spectacle moving too fast to rewind I will get this door open on my time 🐃 #potd #jamaicanphotographer #back #black #pink #color #poetry #written #freestyle #freehand #freeword #art #cosmicdoorway #nokeys #denver #mental #open #regular #sprint #home #future #yellow (at RiNo, Denver) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2W2NZngtsZ/?igshid=1dxiyhl95ufo6

[primaopoicirincontreremo]

L'attenzione è la più bella forma di rispetto

@primaopoicirincontreremo

[theratwrites]

America

I like freeword poems.

This is America

It’s the land of the free

The home of the brave

But everyone who’s here

Know that’s a fat lie

See, the freedom is a farce

If you’re not some old white man

And have lots and lots of money

To support your briberies

And sustain the plausible deniability

‘Uncle Sam wants YOU!’

To keep your mouth shut

Don’t speak against corruption

Or you’re called a criminal

‘Back in my day-!’

It was even worse

No one had a voice

Unless you supported the men

That controlled the whole country

And oppressed the rest

Don’t call me snowflake

Don’t call me sensitive

It’s the ‘Patriotic’ man’s fault

I have to speak up in the first place

But we’re gonna fight back

Yeah, we the people won’t keep quiet

We’re done taking your shit

The more you try to sweep us

Beneath the rug

The more dirt about you

We’re gonna throw all over the floor

It’s gonna pile up

Until you can’t deny it

And when that time comes

We’ll back you into a corner

Just like you did to us

This is America,

The land of the liars

And the home of the oppressed.

[keedietheunicorn]

I'm the problem child cause I try to find the beauty in things. Mommy never told me I was beautiful.. or how to do my hair and other girl things. Mom just told me life don't owe me a nothing. Where is my Disney magic? In this world where I'm told not to dream? Where I'm only good for working and surviving. Why is my beauty not enough. Why do every chance they get they try and take my voice away from me ? Does my potential bother you? This ain't shit fat girl? I mean this beautiful black girl. Why do I still feel like I don't make sense.? Like as if it's crazy to love me?